近期热门的优选书刊《飘》，轻松有趣温柔的治愈你(74)

they were masks, excellent masks which would never drop.
But if they were suffering as acutely from brutal circumstances as she was—and they were—how could they maintain this air of gaiety and lightness of heart？Why, indeed, should they even try to do it？They were beyond her comprehension and vaguely irritating. She couldn"t be like them.She couldn"t survey the wreck of the world with an air of casual unconcern.She was as hunted as a fox, running with a bursting heart, trying to reach a burrow before the hounds caught up.
Suddenly she hated them all because they were different from her, because they carried their losses with an air that she could never attain, would never wish to attain. She hated them, these smiling, light-footed strangers, these proud fools who took pride in something they had lost, seeming to be proud that they had lost it.The women bore themselves like ladies, though menial tasks were their daily lot and they didn"t know where their next dress was coming from.Ladies all！